I saw the souls I saw the martyrs I heard them crying I heard them shouting They were dressed in white They'd been told to wait
The sun was black The moon was red The stars were falling The earth was trembling And then a crowd Impossible to number Dressed in white Carrying palms Shouted amid The hotless sun The lightless moon The windless earth The colourless sky
They'll no more suffer from hunger They'll no more suffer from thirst
They'll no more suffer from hunger They'll no more suffer from thirst
They'll no more suffer from hunger They'll no more suffer from thirst
